Ruined Nights

A poem of pain, hopelessness, suffering, and a great evil, with a unexpected twist.

Ruined Nights

Ryan Sanders

 

My mouth agape, my blood turns cold

Like a man staring the apocalypse in the face

My demons take shape from fears untold

And my nightmares stand up and give chase

 

And like a soldier facing impossible odds

My hands begin to shiver and shake

And like a man forsaken by all of his gods

My faith and hope quiver and break

 

And like a thief who steals a penniless purse

I feel like my uses are few

Still staring me down is my task--my curse!

That as a slave I know I must do

 

And like a man who is enraged right out of his head

My tongue I can no longer bite!

For like a sword, poorly moored, above of my bed

My homework ruined my night!

Author's Note

I enjoyed writing it, nevermind how good it is.

Reviews

[dfz]

i enjoyed it all the way through. the end was a bit funny though ha

[Vyctm]

I still love this poem. hilarious.